The once-mighty Night Emperor really sat and passed away in this Immortal Burial Forest.
Although he found the Divine Mountain, in the end, he was unable to reverse the wounds of the Dao and left only a skeleton, buried by none.
"The Dao cannot be reversed, a futile attempt of an emperor in one lifetime."
In this simple sentence, Ji Chen saw immense helplessness and sorrow.
Even for an Ancient Emperor, what difference does it make?
Unable to reverse the wounds of the Dao, in the end, one is just a speck of dust in the annals of history, leaving only an empty reputation passed down through generations.
"Alas..."
Ji Chen stood there for a long time, eventually letting out a sigh.
Being someone who lived two lives, he could even more deeply feel the sense of powerlessness one faces when death approaches.
